I've Heard You've Been Bleeding

I woke up to the bright light of the sun, kissing my skin softly. I stayed as I let it heat my face. It didn't burn, it just gave it warmth. It was the one thing I had always longed for again. Body heat. I know it seems weird, but just to feel the slightest bit of warmth, made me feel human again.

I woke up before my alarm clock and slammed it when it did go off. I laid in my bed until the sun had moved behind clouds again. I instantly felt cold and lifeless again. I threw on a plaid flannel, light skinny jeans and a pair of worn out high tops, and left my apartment to go to school.

I walked quicker to school than I usually would and I couldn't figure out why, until my senses went all haywire. I felt hyper and like I could do anything. I walked toward whatever was making me feel this way, quickly and hungrily.

"Woah Frank, watch were you're going." A voice said as I stumbled into something tall. I looked up to see Mikey and his blonde hair fall in. Him, Ray, Bob, and Gerard were all standing in a circle outside the school.
"Sorry." I said as I entered their posy. They started talking again as I stood quietly, sniffing out the scent again. I felt my fingers tremble.
"Oh that reminds me, Frank." I shot my head up from the ground as my eyes peered to see who was talking to me. My eyes landed on Gerard as he handed me a sack of something. I raised an eyebrow. "It's your lunch. I told you I was going to bring you lunch, didn't I?" His voice raised with a little doubt.
I nodded. "Yeah but-"
"Frank." He sighed and flipped his raven hair back in a sassy fashion. "You're eating it." He smiled, wriggling his nose and letting out a small laugh.
I sighed and walked into the school to grab my things as the bell rang. Today I had homeroom and passed the time doodling and thinking of Gerard.

I couldn't wrap my head around the thought of him. Why I was thinking about him. He was the only person, ever, to even try to be my friend since I turned over. It was that and his blood. I had never felt this way about any victim I've drank from before. Why did I feel this now? I actually felt kind of scared to be around him because of it. Why was his blood so good? Why did it make me feel so... addicted?

The bell rang and I went to my other classes, none with Gerard. As I sat and took notes, my thoughts of him passed and left my mind. I tried to ignore them all but failed miserably. The bell rang and it was time for lunch...

I put my stuff away and decided to go outside. It was sunny and I wanted to soak up what I could before it became too much.

I found a nice place with the perfect amount of shade and sun. I sat in the sun and tilted my head back onto the school, closed my eyes, and smiled as the sun laid into me, making me forget everything.
"Frank?" I heard a soft voice come by. "Where's your lunch?"
I opened my eyes to see Gerard sitting across from me. 'I- I left in my locker. I'm not feeling too hungry." I said softly. He frowned at my words. "I'm sorry." I really was too.
"It's okay." He put his hand on his neck, rubbing his scar and looking away. I found myself staring at the bruises and cuts on his face. I felt a little pinch in my stomach as I really looked at the damage. There were dark circles around his eyes and a large cut on the bridge of his nose. His lip was busted pretty badly and he had purple bruises on both of his cheeks. "Frank."
"What? Yeah?" I said shaking my head, clearing my thought.
"You were staring." He said, slightly flushed underneath his bruises.
"I'm sorry. How-"
"I don't want to talk about it, please." Even though I knew, I wanted to see if he had realized it was me who took them off. I saw how painful it was for him to talk about it, so I stopped staring and went back to the sun. I closed my eyes and tossed my head back like I had done before.
"Found them!" I heard a voice yell and I shot my head up. An excited Bob came running, crashing and tackling Gerard. They laughed as they laid on the ground.
"Get off me! Your crushing my body!" Gerard yelled and laughed as Bob snuggled up to him, rubbing his beard over Gerard's face. I'm pretty sure I saw Bob, plant one on Gerard's cheek.
"Not until I feel like it." Bob said simply, crossing arms and putting all his weight on Gerard. He struggled to get out, only to give up and sigh. He laid there for a while, smiling at the sky.

When Bob finally got up, Gerard did a dramatic inhale. Everyone laughed, including me. I saw Gerard's eyes land on mine. I found myself blush and quickly looking away. What was that about? I shook my head and continued in amusement as the guys talked. Gerard was sitting on his elbows, staring at me and smirking, or at least he was each time I looked over from the corner of my eye.

I went the rest of the day not talking to any of the guys. I felt like I've always had, not talking. I was fine with it too, but I already explained that. I couldn't tell what it was. If it was guilt or remorse for Gerard, but it made, whatever it was, harder to talk to him. I don't know why exactly, it just did. I felt nervous every time he spoke, not knowing if he was going to confront me. That was probably my worst fear of it all. Him knowing. I had "lived" my whole life without anyone knowing, and I preferred it that way. That's the way it had to be.

I went straight home and didn't even bother getting my lunch, even though I should have. I figured that I would get extra when I went out for dinner. I plunged myself on my bed, just like I did everyday, and fell asleep. I was glad when I found my bed to be warmed thanks to the sunshine.

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I woke up a few hours later to a constant buzzing on my thigh. It was my phone. I answered without looking at the name and answered with a sleepy, slurred tone. "Hello?"
"Frank? It's Gerard."
I became more alert as he spoke. I cleared my throat. "Oh, hey."
"Where you sleeping? Sorry I did-"
"No. I mean, I was, but earlier. Way earlier-"
He chuckled. "Okay, nevermind then."
"So did you need something?" I asked, rubbing my eye.
"Uh, yeah. Mikey and I were having Ray and Bob come over. He suggested that you should come too. You in?"
I looked at the time. It was six. I hesitated. It was such a simple question, but I had such a hard time on my answer. I guessed I wouldn't know until I dipped my toes in the water a little more. I just couldn't invest. "Sure."
"Great!" His voice chimed in my ears. "Do you need a ride?"
"No. I prefer walking."
"Okay. I'll send you the directions."
"Sounds great."
"Okay, bye Frank." He said and hung up. I sighed and forced myself out of bed. I put on the clothes I wore hours before, covering my many tattoos. I made sure I grabbed a snack before actually leaving. A few minuets later I got the text from Gerard and started walking his way.

When I got to his house, I heard shouting and things crashing. I assumed it was Bob horsing around or something. I knocked softly at first and waited. I knocked again, louder, and was greeted by Gerard. He was smiling and laughing at something going on within the walls. His eyes were gleaming and his greasy-looking, raven hair, that usually hung over his hazel eyes, was pushed back. He was nibbling on his bottom lip. "Hey, Frank." He grabbed my hand before dragging me inside. "C'mon, you're the last one here." His touch was warm and I jumped when I thought I heard a thump in my, so called, chest.

Notes

So.. I spent at least five hours writing this.
Mostly because I got distracted.
I'm feeling pretty insecure about this story.
I don't know if I'm gunna continue.
I love you
Stay Ugly